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The autumn days went on, and Little Dorrit never came to the Marshalsea now and went away without seeing him. No, no, no. One morning, as Arthur listened for the light feet that every morning ascended winged to his heart, bringing the heavenly brightness of a new love into the room where the old love had wrought so hard and been so true; one morning, as he listened, he heard her coming, not alone. Dear Arthur, said her delighted voice outside the door, I have some one here. May I bring some one in? He had thought from the tread there were two with her. He answered Yes, and she came in with Mr Meagles. Sun-browned and jolly Mr Meagles looked, and he opened his arms and folded Arthur in them, like a sun-browned and jolly father. Now I am all right, said Mr Meagles, after a minute or so. Now its over. Arthur, my dear fellow, confess at once that you expected me before. I did, said Arthur; but Amy told me Little Dorrit. Never any other name. (It was she who whispered it.) But my Little Dorrit told me that, without asking for any further explanation, I was not to expect you until I saw you. And now you see me, my boy, said Mr Meagles, shaking him by the hand stoutly; and now you shall have any explanation and every explanation. The fact is, I was herecame straight to you from the Allongers and Marshongers, or I should be ashamed to look you in the face this day,but you were not in company trim at the moment, and I had to start off again to catch Doyce. Poor Doyce! sighed Arthur. Dont call him names that he dont deserve, said Mr Meagles. Hes not poor; hes doing well enough. Doyce is a wonderful fellow over there. I assure you he is making out his case like a house a-fire. He has fallen on his legs, has Dan. Where they dont want things done and find a man to do em, that mans off his legs; but where they do want things done and find a man to do em, that mans on his legs. You wont have occasion to trouble the Circumlocution Office any more. Let me tell you, Dan has done without em! What a load you take from my mind! cried Arthur. What happiness you give me! Happiness? retorted Mr Meagles. Dont talk about happiness till you see Dan. I assure you Dan is directing works and executing labours over yonder, that it would make your hair stand on end to look at. Hes no public offender, bless you, now! Hes medalled and ribboned, and starred and crossed, and I dont-know-what alld, like a born nobleman. But we mustnt talk about that over here. Why not? Oh, egad! said Mr Meagles, shaking his head very seriously, he must hide all those things under lock and key when he comes over here. They wont do over here. In that particular, Britannia is a Britannia in the Mangerwont give her children such distinctions herself, and wont allow them to be seen when they are given by other countries. No, no, Dan! said Mr Meagles, shaking his head again. That wont do here! If you had brought me (except for Doyces sake) twice what I have lost, cried Arthur, you would not have given me the pleasure that you give me in this news. Why, of course, of course, assented Mr Meagles. Of course I know that, my good fellow, and therefore I come out with it in the first burst. Now, to go back, about catching Doyce. I caught Doyce. Ran against him among a lot of those dirty brown dogs in womens nightcaps a great deal too big for em, calling themselves Arabs and all sorts of incoherent |
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